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God damn I need to learn to write smaller chapters... Anyway, it's been a long wait, but here you go! The next scene in the Pornstar's Son saga! Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Train of Consequences

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As my son and I opened the door and entered the mid-sized building that housed "Until it Sleeps Studios", I could tell that my son's mood was far down from where it was yesterday. He had woken up this morning is a good bit of pain (not surprisingly), but after a few painkillers, half a tube of icy-hot, and a good bit of stretching, he seemed like he should be good to go today. But, I could tell he wasn't all that thrilled about actually doing it. I couldn't really tell whether he was unhappy about how he felt today, or unhappy about doing the scene. But, either way, there was a great lack of enthusiasm from him on the drive to work today. Hopefully, he could make it look good while the cameras were on. If he thought that doing one take was bad, then he'd love doing multiple takes...

"Hey there Jake, hey there Sean," Kyle called out as we made our way onto the set. Then, directed at Brandon, he said, "How we feeling today?"

"I've felt better," Brandon replied with a sigh.

Kyle cracked a small smile as he looked up at me for a quick moment before focusing his gaze back to Brandon, "You okay for today's scene though, right?"

"Yeah," Brandon replied only slightly convincingly, "I think I can handle it."

"Good," Kyle said as his attention was diverted across the set. "Go see Linda to get ready." As he finished those words, Kyle shot off across the set to inspect something, while my son and I began to make the trip to the dressing room.

"I'll go first," I said as we reached the door. Without giving my son a chance to reply, I barged in and closed the door behind me.

"Hey Linda," I said calmly as I walked in through the door and sat down in the chair.

"Hey Jake," she said as she walked over to me with that familiar mane comb in her hand, "easy scene again for you today, huh?"

"Yeah," I replied with a smile, "seems like it. Tomorrow will be fun, but I'm trying to relax while I can."

"That poor little lion boy is really getting hammered in this movie, isn't he?" Linda went on. "I feel bad for him. I mean, he's a cute little thing. He can do far better than stuff like this."

"Well," I started, not really thinking carefully about my words, "maybe it's a good thing that he's doing this movie. Maybe it'll scare him out of doing any more."

"I hope not," Linda exclaimed with a slight grin on her beak. "It'd be a shame if I never got a chance to 'inspect' him again..."

"Yeah, about that," I suddenly cut in as my tone changed a bit. "He was a little bit annoyed about how 'thorough' you were with him last time. You wouldn't want Kyle to have to bring in another stylist, would you?" It was an empty threat since Kyle would never DREAM of replacing Linda, but I was trying to sound serious enough to convince her while joking around enough to hide my true affiliation to Sean.

"Relax Jake," Linda said calmly with a small smile, "I just wanted to make sure he looked good. Today should just be a check-up... if he didn't bruise too badly from yesterday."

"He told me that he was pretty sore," I replied quickly, "so you need to be extra gentle with him today. I'm not sure about the bruising though."

"Well," Linda said as she gave my mane one last stroke before giving me a pat on the shoulder, "send him in and I'll take a look at him."

I fought back some choice words which I knew would expose who Sean really was as I slowly walked out of the room.

"If she does anything uncomfortable to you, let me know," I said to Brandon before sending him inside the room. Once the door had closed, I slowly made my way back over to the set to see if there was anything I could help with. Brandon joined me a short time later (Linda must have gotten the message), and we both stood there making small talk with the crew for a bit. That was until we felt the ground begin to rumble beneath our feet...

Well, okay, it didn't really rumble, but as the door opened and he stepped inside, I couldn't imagine how it didn't. There in the doorway stood a brown bear, but not just any brown bear. This guy was HUGE! I mean, HUGE in every possible direction. Not only was he near seven feet tall or so, but he wasn't exactly the slimmest bear in the world. It was undeniable that he had a little bit of muscle under his fur, but he mostly was made up of... well, jiggling fat. I know that bears have the stereotype of being "large" (which isn't always true. I've seen some very nice and slim bears over the years...), but this guy was ridiculous. At seven feet tall, he had to weigh at least 350 pounds if not closer to 400 in reality. It was amazing that his legs could even support that much weight, large as they might have been.

"Hey there Derrick," Kyle said to the imposing figure, "nice to see you again."

The titanic figure looked around a bit before his booming deep voice resonated throughout the tiny building, "Yeah, I remember this place," he said as if he hadn't even heard Kyle's greeting.

"You're just in time," Kyle added in, seemingly unfazed that the bear had basically ignored him the first time. "Go see Linda for wardrobe and styling - second door on the left when you go down that hallway - and by the time your finished we should be ready to start the scene."

Unfortunately for Brandon and I, the bear needed to pass in front of us to get where he was going. We stood back and gave his massive frame plenty of room, but, when he saw us, he quickly lumbered on over towards us.

"You must be Sean and Jake," his voice boomed as his large mass came to rest in front of us both.

"Yeah," I said sticking out my paw, "nice to meet you."

"And you must be Sean," the large and menacing bear said without even acknowledging me further. Brandon just calmly nodded his head.

"Well then," the bear said as he leaned down and got face to face with Brandon, "let me just make one thing perfectly clear in that case. I know that I'm supposed to be bottoming for you in this scene, but that doesn't mean that you're going to be "dominating" me. I'M still the one in control, you got that? You do nothing until I give you the signal to move on!"

As Brandon slowly nodded his head once again, his face slightly gripped with fear at this point, the bear continued with, "I hate bottoming. I absolutely HATE it. If I wasn't in desperate need of cash at this point, I would never have agreed to this stupid little scene. And, seeing as how we can't even talk about it to anyone else on account of it being a "private commissioned movie" is just a load of shit too. I can't even put it on my resume!" The bear paused for a bit before he got back on track. "But, just remember who's actually in charge when we start the scene." As his body straightened back up to his normal height, the bear finally turned a bit and began to waddle down the hall to finally see Linda. "I can't believe that people enjoy watching a big and dom guy like me getting pounded by a scrawny little lion cub..." He said as he began to walk away. "What's with people nowadays?"

"Charming little guy, isn't he?" Brandon said when the bear was well out of earshot.

"I've heard stories about him," I replied quietly. "He's been at this studio before. I never "worked" with him, but I do know some of the people who did..."

As I told my story about how bad of an experience it had been for everyone the last time the bear was here, we suddenly heard a deep, loud, but muffled roar come from the dressing room. The whole crew looked up in the direction of Linda's dressing room and watched as an angry bear suddenly burst from the door, naked and jiggling in his obese glory as he trudged over towards Kyle.

"Will you please tell that mangy duck to get her wings off me!" the bear rumbled as he stopped just shy of crushing the five-and-a-half foot hawk underneath him. "I've already checked myself out in the mirror before I got here, and I don't need a trim... ANYWHERE!"

Linda, calm as could be, strolled up beside the angry bear with comb and scissors in wing before saying, "It's just some slight shaping and contouring. You probably won't even notice a difference yourself."

"Then why do you insist on doing it?" the bear roared back.

"Because the cameras will notice a difference," Linda said calmly as the big bear turned to face her menacingly.

"Everyone," Kyle said quickly, "chill out. Derrick, you look fine, go get dressed and come out ready to do the scene."

Even though, in my opinion, Derrick looked like he could've used a trim... a serious trim... he still smirked as he made his way off towards the dressing room - passing Linda with an even bigger smirk on his face. But, once he was behind Linda, Kyle gave his shoulders a shrug to her as he gently raised his wings up, giving her an 'I don't know, I'm sorry' kind of gesture. She just sighed and waited for the bear to come out of her dressing room, well... dressed before she finally went back in to clean some things up.

"Alright," Kyle said as the bear finally ended up fully clothed on the set, "everybody ready?"

"Let's just do this and get it over with," the bear said, pulling down the mood of everyone else on the set.

"Places everyone," Kyle shouted quickly, trying to ignore the bear's words himself.

As the bear plodded along to his entrance point (outside of the front door to the set), Brandon and I took our seats at the small table in the "living room". There was a bowl of cereal with milk waiting for each of us there, and, to get into the feel of the scene, we both took a few bites while the cameras tuned themselves up.

"Here we go people," Kyle shouted from his director's chair, "Lights, camera, ACTION! Now, zoom in on the table. Jake, Sean, grab a spoonful of cereal before the dialogue begins."

I let Brandon devour a spoonful of soggy cheerios before I slowly followed him. As he took his second bite, I finally said, "It was nice of Mr. Blaze to let us back in to our own apartment, even if we still owe him a few months rent. Good thing that wolf wasn't lying about having a few friends who'd be interested in you, or else we'd still be sleeping out in the alleyway."

"Yeah," Brandon replied once he swallowed, "I didn't want to spend a second night sleeping out there. It smelled like rotting garbage, and the wind was cold at night."

"I know son," I said as I played around with my soggy cereal for a bit, "but, thanks to you, we'll never have to do that again. And, after a few more clients, we'll finally have the rent paid back. Then, any more money you make will go towards that Xbox that you've been asking for since... well, forever."

Brandon just smiled happily as he said, "How many more clients do I need before that?"

I chuckled as I said, "Hmmm, a few yet, but its coming! Keep your mind focused on that, and it'll be here in no time!" I then took a pause before saying, "Speaking of clients, one is due any minute now." I paused for a bit as the "doorbell" rang (we'd put the noise in during editing) before saying, "Speak of the devil, there he is."

I slowly got up from the table and made my way over to the "front door", which I pulled open to reveal about two thirds of the bear's form.

"Um... Hi there," I said nervously, which only partly came from my acting, "What can I do for you?"

The big bear leaned down so that his muzzle was inside the doorway before slowly whispering, "The fruit is ripe."

"Well then, come in then and make yourself at home," I said to the bear after hearing the correct 'code word'. He somehow managed to squeeze his large frame through the door as I stepped out of the way, and I closed the door in behind him once he was in.

"Um... hi there!" Brandon said nervously to the large bear standing in our 'living room' at this point.

"You must be who everyone's talking about," the big bear said as he made his way over to Brandon. Brandon stood up to greet the bear, but the bear was only interested in checking Brandon out at this point. After he instructed Brandon to do a few turns and strike a few poses, the bear turned to me and said, "You've got a good looking son here. How much?"

"Three hundred," I replied unwaveringly, "just like I said over the phone."

"You know," the bear began once again, "three hundred has always seemed a bit high to me. How about two hundred and we got a deal."

I shook my head adamantly. "Nope. It's three hundred for half an hour, and you can do whatever you want to him as long as there's no permanent bodily harm. No more, no less. You can either take it, or there's the door."

"Hmmm..." The bear grunted as he looked my son over one more time. Brandon put on the cutest face and struck the cutest pose he could, and finally the bear had no choice. "Alright, fine," the bear quickly replied as his paw dove into his pocket.

"You won't be disappointed," I said as the fake bills began to make a pile in my paw, "no one else has yet."

The bear grunted a bit before saying, "I hope you have a good place to do this at least. I heard that someone I knew had to do this in the alleyway..."

"Of course," I said as I counted the fake bills again, "we've upgraded a bit since then." As I stuffed the cash in my pocket, I walked over to the only other door in the scene and casually opened it. "The bed's made and all ready for you two."

The bear just slightly smiled as he first looked into the room, and then back at Brandon. After giving Brandon a small 'follow me' look, the bear proceeded inside while Brandon slowly made his way over and into the room as well. As soon as they were both in, I closed the door behind them and started to make my way in behind the cameras to watch the scene. I only made it about half way around the wall before I heard the sound of straining wood shortly before a very large *CRACK* and *thud*.

Almost as soon as it happened, I heard a loud string of curses come from the bear. I didn't even have to round the corner before I figured out what had happened, but, as the scene came into view, I finally laid my eyes on the scene. When the large bear sat down on the bed, the wooden frame simply couldn't take his weight. The main supporting beam on the side he sat down on snapped, and that sent a bunch of wood splinters raining down on the floor, along with the bear and the now broken bed.

As the scene came into view for me, the bear was just starting to wiggle his way back onto his feet. As he struggled to accomplish this task, his mouth was still busy yelling the entire time. "What the hell kind of place are you running here?" he yelled at Kyle. "I do something as simple as sit down on a bed and it breaks underneath me. Add to that your blind make-up lady and the fact that I have to bottom in this scene from some newbie cat and.... god damn this just isn't my day..." As he rubbed his head in frustration, he slowly began to walk away from the wreck he'd created... leaving the rest of us to deal with his mess. Kyle, trying hard not to show how much the bear was aggravating him, slowly and silently called together a few crew members, including Brandon and me, before we all got into position to lift the broken bed up off the scene.

The bear, still ranting and raving about something or other to whoever would listen, was expectedly absent from our bed moving party. He probably could've moved the entire thing by himself quite easily, but, instead, it was up to five or so guys to move it off the set and over to an unused corner of the studio.

As we set the broken bed down, Kyle gave me a strange look of disappointment for a moment, and I suddenly felt kind of bad for putting him into this position. I mean, it was MY fault that Derrick was here. I had suggested to bring him in when Kyle and I were trying to think of the worst bottom to work with. I knew that he was going to cause a headache for everyone, but I didn't know that he was actually going to break anything. That cost Kyle more money that he didn't need to spend, and it also broke a pretty good bed. I'd had some good fucks in that old bed, and I was a bit sad to see it go myself. But, the flood of memories was stopped rather quickly as we all went to pick up a bed from another scene and transplant it into our current one. We chose a nice heavy-duty metal bed frame this time. It would be much harder for the bear to destroy this one with his massive weight, although I wasn't completely sure it would stand up either.

After one of the crew was finished vacuuming up all the wood splinters, we slid the new bed into place before everyone slowly went back to their designated positions. Even Derrick eventually made his way back onto the set; back from whatever vacation he took while everyone else was still working.

"This one looks a bit sturdier than the last one," the bear said as he shook the new bed slightly. "Hopefully this one won't break like that crappy one we had in here before."

I was about to inform him just how long the previous bed had been here, and just how many people had fucked on it before with no problem. But, I restrained myself at the last second as Kyle called out, "Alright, everyone back and ready? Good. The beginning of the scene went fine, so we can start at the point where you two enter the bedroom. Everyone get into your positions!"

Derrick, Brandon, and I all made our way back into the adjacent room as all the cameras focused in on the door. "Everybody ready?" Kyle called out. "Ok, lights, camera, ACTION!"

A few seconds later the bear decided that it was finally time to open up the door and stroll into the bedroom as Brandon followed him closely. Once they were both through, I quickly closed the door behind them and started my journey behind the cameras once again.

There was an audible groan from the metal as the bear sat down on the bed, but, thankfully, there was no snap or collapse this time. And, as I made it around the wall, I could see the bear sitting comfortably on the bed as my son stood in front of him patiently.

"Spin around for me a few times, would you kid?" the bear said calmly: quite the opposite of what he was like only a few moments ago.

As Brandon did a few twirls for the bear, the bear couldn't help but say, "Nice. Very nice. I'm going to enjoy this." Then, as he changed his tone slightly, he added, "I assume that your dad told you what I wanted out of you beforehand."

"Yeah," my son replied enthusiastically, "he told me about everything right after you called, and I've been practicing all week!"

"Good," the bear added, "so, let's see it. Get to work!"

With a bit of excitement in his eyes, my son dipped down under the new bed and pulled out the small CD player... which luckily hadn't been damaged by the falling bed. He quickly put it up on top of the nightstand and pressed the play button. The music didn't come directly from it, but it came from a rather big PA speaker situated behind the cameras (so the music volume could be controlled and all that). It had to be the most generic techno beat imaginable (Kyle had probably whipped it up in ten minutes), but it served it's purpose. Within the first few beats of the song, Brandon's hips began to sway in rhythm with it as the tip of his tail began to sway in the opposite direction of his hips. The scene was about to start it's first part: the strip tease.

As Brandon began to get into the rhythm of the music, he slowly began to twist and turn in front of the bear, showing off his toned body in any way he could. He made sure to give the bear a good teasing as he slowly lifted up his shirt just a bit to show off his abs, before quickly hiding them back under the fabric once again. He did the same thing with his shorts: giving the bear a slight peek down below his waistline at the top of his groin, but pulling them back up before the bear could actually see anything.

As he continued to dance and tease the bear, Brandon worked his body a little bit closer to him each time he moved. With a naughty looking smile on his face, and as his hips continued to sway, he eventually placed his paws down on the bears thighs and began to gently rub them up and down.

The bear let out a few deep breaths and a slight moan as the contact, but his eyes continued to be glued on Brandon as the teen lion continued to dance in front of him. But as Brandon's paws started to make their way up the bears large torso, the bear gave my son a slight growl. "Not bad," he said slowly, "but I assume that you got the other thing I asked for ready as well."

Brandon just smiled a bit as he broke his contact with the bear. He went back to his original starting position, about five feet or so in front of the bear, and slowly pushed his paws into the waistband of his shorts. Giving the bear a naughty grin, and with his hips and body still swaying to the music, Brandon started to wiggle himself out of the khaki shorts. Before they were even down very far, the tiny red straps started to appear on his hips - really outlined by the shining golden fur pressed down beneath them. Then, as the shorts slid further and further down, the front of my son's underwear started to become quite visible to the bear. Lower and lower they slid as my son's hips gyrated to the rhythmic techno music, and more and more of his red undergarments began to show to the bear's apparent delight. Eventually, there was not enough pant fabric to keep Brandon's bulge covered any longer. As soon as my son's impressive bulge flopped free of the waistband of his shorts, Brandon gave his hips a few quick thrusts back and forth - watching his package swing a bit in the tight, and barely concealing red fabric. Then, in one relatively quick motion, he slid his shorts down passed his thighs and quickly stepped out of them. Now, there was only a tiny bit of tight red fabric protecting my son's most intimate parts from the prying eyes all around him.

The bear let out a rumbling sigh as he gazed upon my son, now only clad in a tight T-shirt and a red thong. "Oh yes..." the bear managed to rumble out a little bit later, "I can see that you're going to be money well spent. It's no wonder your so expensive..." As my son continued to sway himself to the beat, and the bear continued to ogle him for a bit, the bear eventually broke the silence and said, "Off with the shirt too. I want to see you in just the thong..."

So, being the obedient little boy that my son was, he wasted little time in grabbing the hem of his shirt in his paws and slowly lifting it up... teasingly of course. He slowly showed the bear one side of his toned chest and abs before lowering his shirt on that side and raising the other side up to that level. Nevertheless, his shirt slowly crept up his body, showing more and more of it to the bear as my son danced on to the music. As my son got close to the end of his shirt removal, and his shirt was only covering as low as his his pecs and nipples, he even turned around to show the bear his toned back as well, along with that little red thong cutting sharply in between his butt cheeks. He stayed turned around like this for the bear as he slowly lifted his shirt over his head and gave his mane a good shake to settle the hair. And then, with a small grin over his shoulder aimed towards the bear, he slowly swung his body around and revealed his almost naked frontal form to the large and heavy breathing bear.

"Mmmmm..." the bear moaned out at the sight, "you're so sexy... so beautiful... you're gonna be so worth it..."

Brandon just smiled happily as his body continued to sway and bob to the music playing through the PA speaker.

"Now that you're truly... ready," the bear added back in after a short pause, "dance for me some more, slut! Show me what that amazing body of yours can do!"

Brandon wasted little time in letting his hips really get back into the music. With a naughty looking smile on his face, he really began to shake his rump and groin once again for the bear. But this time, he didn't have any clothing to get in the way of his nice body... well, nothing but a little red strip covering up his balls and sheath anyway. The toned muscles all across his body popped and strained against his skin and fur as Brandon twisted and moved especially for the bear. The bear, on the other hand, was busy gawking in awe at Brandon... and I'm not entirely sure it was all acting. His breathing began to get heavy, and I could see a bit of stirring in the bear's own groin as he watched the teen lion show off just for him.

As Brandon continued to dance in front of the bear, he quickly brought his paws up and began to rub them all across his upper body, pulling the bear's attention up from his groin to his chest and abs. His paws sensually danced all over his toned muscle mass in his upper body, and he let out a few slutty moans at his own contact as he continued to work himself over. After giving his pecs a a few good rubs and flexes, he slowly slid his paws down his sides as his hips continued to gyrate, and then he brought them up very slowly across his abs and chest again, making sure to give his nipples a few playful squeezes for the bear to see. As Brandon continued to rub his upper chest and lower abs, sending paw after paw tracing around his torso's features, he eventually managed to lock both of his paws behind his head to give the bear a true, unhindered look at his young and sexy posing body. At this point, my son's hip movement turned from side to side to front to back, showing off his large bulge to the bear, and giving him a preview of what he was going to be doing shortly.

The bear had been staring relatively quietly the entire time, but now I could begin to see him starting to stir a little bit more... both in his body motions and in his pants. "God damn you're going to be a good fuck," the bear said before adding, "but first, come and give me a lap dance boy!" The bear spread his legs wide open at this point, and gave an excited 'come over here' hand gesture to Brandon.

My son, with the same naughty grin he'd had on his face almost the entire time, began to slowly and sensually walk over to the bear, making sure to show off as much of his body to him and the cameras as he could. Once he reached the gigantic mound of bear flesh, he slowly placed his paws on the bear's chest and began to slide them down his massive form as his hips picked up the beat once again. Once his paws had slid down all the way to the bear's groin area, Brandon quickly moved his paws right on down to the bear's thighs, not making all that much contact with the bears bulge just yet. His paws and arms continued to slide their way gently down the bears spread out thighs and legs - stretching out as far as he could to eventually reach all the way down to the bear's ankles. In this position, he ended up with his face and muzzle pressed directly into the bear's bulge - the naughty grin still on his face as he took a deep breath of the bear's scent - and a very nice bent over thong shot for the cameras behind him. As he slowly made his way back up from this position, and his paws were in the vicinity of the bear's groin area once again, my son slowly turned himself around and pressed his back up against the large bear's gut - continuing to move and sway his hips right down onto the bear's groin.

As the bear gave him a little more space by moving his legs apart even farther, Brandon slowly began to rub himself up and down against the bear's large form as his hips continued to sway and move. The bear, wanting some level of control I guess, quickly wrapped his large paws around Brandon's waist and guided him to the places that he needed the most attention. As the bear lead him around his massive body, Brandon quickly placed his paws down behind him on the bear's large thighs to steady himself, and together they worked the bears body up and down. At times, Brandon's head was all the way up to the bear's neck, and, at other times, it was down rubbing against the bear's large stomach. But, the bear really seemed to be enjoying the combined sliding treatment of Brandon's back and hips against his groin. I could simply see it in his face, and that was something that was really hard to fake... especially with the bear's level of "talent".

I'm not sure who it was that let the other go (most likely the bear let Brandon go), but eventually Brandon ended up turning around only to grind his bulge into the bear's stomach for a bit. The bear totally released him from his grip at this point, letting his two massive paws fall back down to his sides, and Brandon had the freedom to move all on his own once again. Taking that in stride, he slowly and sexually straddled the big bear's wide thigh and started to grind himself down into the bear's leg, pushing his package deep into the soft bear's fat, and letting the bear feel what his eyes could only guess at. It didn't take long for Brandon to begin to rub himself up and down the bear's thigh either. As my son moaned out in fake pleasure (at least, it seemed a little bit fake to me), the bear just gave him a happy little sigh as he watched the lionboy rub his balls, taint, and maybe even his pucker up against his thigh, clearly enjoying the treatment his was getting from this little "whore".

After Brandon (most likely the bear though) got tired of this particular treatment, Brandon began to slide farther up the bear's thigh - almost up to his groin. Once there, he wrapped his one leg around the bear's back (as far as he could anyway) before wrapping his arm around the back of the gigantic bear as well. Then, in a very sexy showing, he slowly lifted his free leg off the ground and raised it up high in the air, giving everyone in the room a good view of his very nice calf and thigh muscles. Being the flexible cat that he was, he had no trouble pulling off a move that would leave a wolf's or most other creature's pelvis' crying, and he really began to exploit that fact. He gave the bear a few waves with his paw toes before twisting his hips so his leg could make it around to the other side of the bear. Once his leg had been lowered a bit, and it was slightly wrapped around the bear's other side, Brandon quickly shifted his whole body over towards that side before clamping his leg and his other arm around the bear there. The result of his crazy maneuver: he had his arms and legs wrapped around the bear and his butt was resting comfortably on the bear's crotch. And, as the music continued to play, he continued to swing his hips around, causing the bear to grumble happily in response to the intense stimulation.

Not satisfied with that little move he'd just pulled, Brandon slowly began to lean back - all the while still grinding his hips against the bear's crotch. Before long, the bear had a nice view of Brandon's toned midsection and chest, and, not long after that, all the camera's in the room had a good view as well. Brandon let his arms go from around the bear as he leaned back, leaving only his legs to stabilize himself on. His arms then made their way behind his head, and his paws eventually ended up on top of the bear's thighs, just before his knees. In this position, he had a good stable foundation to grind against the bear with a renewed vigor... and that's just what he did. His hips swayed side to side, front to back, and every other way in between as Brandon continued to grind into the bear's crotch with his tight ass cheeks. And, at the same time, the bulge in Brandon's thong started to get slightly bigger as it continuously rubbed up against the bear's stomach fat, giving him his own little bit of stimulation.

Eventually though, one of the two decided that it was time to move on, and Brandon slowly made his way back up to gripping the bear tightly with all his appendages. "Kitty," the bear said once Brandon was wrapped up in his form once again, "if you keep this up, then I'm not going to last much longer... And, I've still got twenty minutes with you, so we can't let that happen yet. Besides, although I've no doubt that you'd be one hell of a good fuck, I'm craving something else today."

As those words left his mouth, the bear wrapped his two big paws around my son's midsection and began to effortlessly lift him up and off his frame. After setting Brandon down next to the bed, the bear's massive frame began to shift on top of it, causing it to let out a few painful moans and squeaks as the massive weight was redistributed. It held together though as the bear finally made it to his next position: bent over in the middle of the bed with his large ass in the air and his shoulders pushing down into the bed.

"Talk around town is that you've got a decent sized cock," the bear said as he turned his muzzle sideways to talk to Brandon. "And, going by the size of that bulge you've got there, I'd say there's a pretty good chance that's true. So, I want you to fuck me - as hard and as fast as you can. But first, we need to get these pants out of the way..."

The bear had been undoing his belt the entire time while talking to Brandon, and, once he finally finished talking, the belt slid out of it's buckle, and the bear's pants slid off fairly quickly afterwards. As the massive amount of fabric slowly slid down and over the bear's ass, my son stared in awe at the massive amount of shaggy brown fur which suddenly came into view. And, as the bear pulled his pants farther down to his knees, the bears large balls, and disproportionately small erect cock popped into view.

The bear somehow ended up sliding his pants past his knees before kicking them off and tossing enough pant fabric to make MC Hammer cringe to the side. The bear, eager to begin the next part of the scene I guess, gave his large ass a few jiggly shakes for the cameras before giving it a small swat or two himself with his paw. "But, before we get to that part," the bear began again, "we've got to get me warmed up and lubed up first. That's where your rough little tongue comes in kitty. Now, get to work!" As the commanding bear put some extra emphasis on the last part of his statement, he reached back with both of his paws and spread his gigantic cheeks apart, giving the cameras a good view of... well, more of his hairy ass. Hard as I tried, I couldn't quite make out his pucker through all the hair that he didn't want trimmed despite my intimate knowledge of where such things usually were found. But, Brandon only seemed slightly phased by the display. He slowly made his way over to the bear and gently placed one of his paws on the bear's right cheek to spread it out a bit more.

After pausing for a moment or two in that position, either to let the cameras get a good view or just to push himself to finally do it, he slowly leaned his face into the bear's large crack and tentatively extended his tongue. I could see his face cringe slightly as his tongue made contact with the hair... and I suppose the flesh as well, but my son soldered on anyway. He gave the length of the bear's crack a slow, cautious, and slightly disgusted lick before sliding his face back out and sticking his tongue slowly back into his mouth. I could see him cringe again from the taste, but he had more perseverance than I would've thought originally. Without so much as a few second pause, he lowered his muzzle back down to the bottom of the bear's crack and quickly gave it another lick all the way up to the bear's stubby little tail - this one being a bit more relaxed and controlled than the first one. This was followed by a few more tentative licks before Brandon began to get into somewhat of a rhythm.

The bear, who had been mostly quiet so far, let out a small rumbling moan every time Brandon's tongue rubbed up against his hole I'd assume. He also managed to give his large hips a small wiggle for the cameras every now and then as Brandon pulled away to show off his handy work in finding the bear's hole. He had matted down most of the fur there with his spit, so it was simply a matter of combing through it to find the object of his desire. And, eventually, he pulled back once again to show off the bear's small pink pucker to the cameras.

Once that was found, Brandon wasted little time in beginning to tease it with his tongue, causing the bear to let out a few of his first true moans. I couldn't quite see exactly what Brandon was doing, but, going by what we'd talked about before, he was probably licking around the circumference of the bear's anal pucker as well as gliding his rough tongue all over the top of it as he licked into the bear's crack. The bear's moans reflected this treatment as his small but hard cock started to glisten in the light from the tiny amount of pre that was squirting out of the tip. But, as Brandon placed his other paw on the bear's other cheek and spread it out farther, things were about to get a bit more intense.

My son quickly drove his face into the bear's large crack as his tongue finally penetrated inside the bear's hole. The bear let out a pretty loud moan, followed by a long and low rumble of approval as he felt the invader finally push it's way into him. The bear's moans and rumbles didn't let up much as my son continued to work his tongue in and out of the bear's hole; slurping, licking, and sucking around the bear's ring of muscle in an almost joyous display of sexual lust and the need to please his "customer".

I have to give my son some credit. Although he wasn't really "enjoying" it, he was putting on one heck of a show. His tongue and mouth moved at a frantic pace all across the bear's crack and hole, making sure to give everyone as good a view as they could get during the entire scene. No one had expected that he would so good in the act of rimming without any prior experience... especially the bear - who's paws were clenched slightly and who's moans were starting to sound almost real.

And then, to everyone's surprise, Brandon suddenly popped his tongue out of the bear's hole and brought his muzzle down even lower than it had ever been before. As his paws suddenly left the bear's cheeks, one of them found it's way to grab onto the bear's large balls, while another one found it's way to wrap itself gingerly around the bear's dripping shaft. The bear let out quite the surprised, confused, and pleasured moan at this, but he really let out one hell of a a moan when Brandon began to lick up his balls and back slightly into his crack. I could tell that the bear was about to protest, but when Brandon's paw began to slowly rub up and down on the bear's shaft, the bear's words were lost in his now constant moans.

Brandon wasted little time in coating the bear's balls with his spit. His large, rough tongue taking care of the job fairly quickly... and almost lovingly it seemed. He eventually had to let the balls hang loosely once again though as one of his paws was needed to spread the bear's cheeks apart again. Otherwise, he had no hope of getting back to the bear's hole through all that flesh. But, the loss of the paw holding the bear's large balls in place didn't seem to phase my son very much. He continued to run his tongue across them a bit before making the journey back up the bear's crack to his hole, where his tongue worked that over a bit more. Back and forth his tongue went - from balls to hole and back - making sure to get everything soaking wet and ready for the next step. And, as he was busy doing that, his other paw never let off much pressure from the bear's cock, although it only occasionally stroked it at this point.

Eventually, the bear could stand this treatment no longer. "Sss.. Stop!" the bear managed to moan out somehow. "That's enough... I don't want to cum yet. We haven't even started what I came here to get..."

Brandon slowed down his licking and tongue work before slowly moving his head, somewhat gratefully, away from the bear's ass. Even though he'd done a decent job with it, as a seasoned actor, I could tell that he just didn't truly enjoy it, although it looked decent for the cameras. The bear on the other hand... He made me wonder just how much he actually hated bottoming.

As Brandon moved away from the large brown mass of fur, the bear took a few deep breaths before saying, "You got any lube around here? Not that you did a bad job or anything, but some of the real stuff always helps."

"Of course," Brandon said before sliding off the bed and making his way over to the drawer sitting next to it. He quickly slid it open and pulled out a decent sized bottle of lube before walking back behind the bear.

"Don't be stingy!" the bear replied quickly. "Make sure it's nice and slick back there!"

Brandon wasted little time in getting back behind the bear and popping open the cap of the bottle. He squeezed out a generous helping of the slippery lubricant onto his paw before gently placing it up against the bear's hole. Once there, he traced his paw around the circumference of the ring of muscle first before plunging a finger or two into the bear's depths, causing the bear to moan and shiver a little bit. After Brandon's current allotment of lube had been spread around, he heeded the bear's words and squirted a second helping of lube onto his paw. As he pressed that load up to the bear's sphincter, he slowly eased three fingers into the bear to stretch him out as well as lube him up even more. The bear began to happily rumble a bit at this treatment, but he really began to rumble as my son began to finger fuck him slightly. In and out his three slick fingers slid - warming the bear up for what was about to come.

"That's good," the bear finally said after letting out a particularly loud moan. "I wanna feel your warm cock inside me..."

Here was Brandon's rookie mistake. As he was lubing up the bear, he forgot to get an erection going. So now, as the bear was asking to be fucked, Brandon had nothing yet to give him besides a limp penis. But, after wiping off his slick paw on the bedsheets next to him, Brandon began to think fast. Instead of whipping out his cock and fucking the bear, he quickly got up onto his knees and began to rub his bulge up and down the bear's slick crack, trying to stimulate his cock to get harder faster. In the mean time, he kept the scene going by saying, "How do you want it sir?"

The bear, probably knowing full well what was going on, decided to be helpful just this once and draw out his response. "Just push it in until I tell you that you're going to fast or you get it all the way in. Start off a bit slow to get everything settled in, and then, give me all you've got. I payed three hundred dollars for you, so I want to feel like I've got my money's worth."

Brandon just smiled at the bear's response, but, he wasn't quite ready yet by this point. I mean, his thong was absolutely straining to keep everything inside, and a bit was even showing out if you caught the angle right, but, he still wasn't at full mast quite yet. So, in order to give himself just a little more time, Brandon began once again with, "And what about my underwear sir? Do you want me to slide them off?"

"Oh no, no," the bear replied quickly. "Leave them on. They look really sexy on you. Just slide everything out the side. Mmmmm...."

As the bear let out a small moan, Brandon was finally ready... or just ran out of things to stall the scene further. He reached down with one of his paws and gave his thong a gentle tug in one direction. Almost instantly, his large balls slipped out and began to dangle freely while his impressive cock sprang out and began to bob at attention. This was the first that I had seen his fully erect cock... well... since the last movie he'd made, and I was quite impressed as he rubbed his length up and down the bear's crack a few times. It was hard to tell for sure from my distance, but my son had a cock to rival my own... if not a bit bigger. And, given his somewhat slender frame, it made his cock look all that much larger in comparison. I actually think I was a bit jealous to be honest as I watched him rub that shaft up against the bear's crack...

"Are you ready for this sir?" Brandon asked politely as he continued to slowly rub his cock in between the bear's ass cheeks.

"Yes!" the bear yelled out, "fuck me! Fuck me with that large cock!"

With a smile on his face, Brandon slowly stopped his hot-dogging and slowly stood up on the bed. As the bear reached back and spread his cheeks open, giving everyone a good view of the intended target, Brandon lined his cock head up as he squatted over the large bear. In order to steady himself, his paws went down and grasped onto one of the bear's folds of fat around his midsection - grasping it through the bear's shirt for a bit more added stability. He was in almost the same position that the wolf had been in only a day ago, and now he was ready to fuck the bear as hard and as fast as he could. And, as the handicam rushed in to get the initial penetration close up, Brandon began to push his barbed head into the bear's waiting ass.

The bear let out a slight roar as Brandon began to push himself into the bear's anal cavity, but once his bristly head popped inside the bear's roar turned into a slight moan. Brandon was far from done though as he continued to force his large and tapered shaft into the bear at a decent introductory pace. The bear let out a few grunts along with a few other uncomfortable noises and squirms as the large cock slowly disappeared inside him, but eventually Brandon's balls were pressed up against the gigantic furry bear ass - his cock being devoured by the large ursine below him.

"Fuck," the bear managed to get out between his rapid breaths, "It's... it's bigger than I thought..."

"I'm glad you like it sir," Brandon said as he began to wiggle his hips a bit, making his cock move around inside the bear's ass slightly. The bear could only grit his teeth as Brandon both allowed him to get used to his size and stimulated him like that at the same time.

After what seemed like quite a long time for an "adjustment" period, the bear finally broke his jaw lock and quietly (quietly for him anyway) said, "Fuck me. I want it.... I NEED it. Just fuck me like there's no tomorrow you sexy little lion cub you!"

Those words put a quick and sudden smile on Brandon's face before he said, "Anything you say sir. I'm yours to command." And, with that comment, Brandon braced himself against the bear's large frame as his hips slowly began to slide backwards - making his cock do the same.

It was a fairly slow motion at first as Brandon made sure his positioning was steady and his center of balance was all in alignment, but the bear couldn't help but take a few somewhat sharp and deep breaths as Brandon's large cock slowly left him for the first time. When Brandon's bristly head was the only thing left inside the bear, the bear quickly let out a surprised gasp at the feeling of Brandon's barbs poking around just inside his tailhole. But, before the bear could let the sensation really run wild on him, both of them let out a loud grunt as Brandon quickly pushed his entire cock back in. It was still at a somewhat exploratory pace, but it was hard enough of a thrust to rock the bear slightly, causing the bed to creek underneath the shifting weight.

After adjusting his positioning and his angle a little bit, Brandon quickly pulled himself out almost completely once again before ramming back into the bear with a serious intensity. As the bear cried out in a mixture of emotions, Brandon made one last small adjustment before he was truly ready to begin the last part of the scene.

He began to thrust his hips back and forth at a steady and decent pace, although it was nowhere near "fucking like there's no tomorrow" speed. Still, as a warm-up for both parties, I guess it did it's job. It was enough of a hard pace to get some decent shots anyway. The bear's large mass managed to jiggle with each slam of Brandon's hips into him, causing the bed to moan out in it's own sad song with each thrust. But, the bed wasn't the only thing making the noise in the scene. The bear was busy emitting a flurry of gasps, groans, moans, and other various indistinguishable noises as he was pounded full of my son's thick lion meat. His huge paws were grasped around the bedsheets, curling them up into big wads in his clenched fist. His muzzle varied between being clenched tightly shut, to open and panting, to letting out some occasional moans. And, most interestingly, his cock remained hard and somewhat slick during the entire somewhat hard pounding my son was giving him.

Brandon remained pretty quiet and focused the entire time. The only sounds that came from him were his slightly labored breaths, and his flesh slapping against the wall of bear meat and fat below him. His semi-thonged ass gladly bounced up and down on the bear's backside as at least one camera zoomed out and took in the full, beautiful sight into it's lens. And, as he continued to fuck the bear, his youthful tail happily swayed from side to side - helping him to keep his balance slightly as his cock forced its way deep inside the bear over and over again, doing a pretty professional looking job at it I must say.

But, this introductory pace wasn't made to last. It's not what the scene called for, and it wasn't going to push Brandon to his limits like I'd hoped. And, as the bear let out a large series of moans (after being in the introductory phase for quite a bit), he finally decided to say, "Fuck me hard kid. Give me everything that you've got. I wanna be able to feel this for weeks to come!"

My son, who was looking just a tad tired at this point, wasted little time in stopping his thrusts so he could lean forward a bit. In this new position, he had much more leverage when it came to pounding into the bear, so his thrusts would be harder. Also, his hip, thigh, and leg muscles were relatively fresh when it came to thrusting in this direction, so his thrusts should be a bit faster than he had just previously been able to accomplish. And, since he was bending over farther, his cock was naturally a bit deeper into the bear at it's "rest state". This would result in shorter, but hopefully quicker thrusts since he had less distance to travel.

It only took my son a few seconds to get himself situated before he started back up again: jackhammering his hips hard into the large bear below him without any notable transition phase. I watched as the bear's face quickly turned into a pained grimace - clearly not expecting this level of intensity out of the teen lion behind him. "Ah..... fuck!" the bear managed to get out through his tensed jaw as his large frame squirmed and wiggled, trying to decide whether or not he was enjoying the treatment he had just asked for.

The sounds of slapping flesh filled the room as Brandon started thrusting at his intense pace. Each slap of his balls and hips against the mountain of bear below him sent echoes around the room, but, lucky for Brandon, the bear's ass fat giggled after each thrust and absorbed most of the impact from his hips. This lessened the strain on his hips and groin and make the pounding go a bit easier for him. The bed continued to creak out it's sad song as the two bodies gyrated on top of it, but the pace was so quick that the bed wasn't able to keep a consistent song going. Instead, the bed issued some sporadic loud and soft notes here and there with different pitches coming at different times.

Brandon, on the other hand, still remained calm and focused as he pounded into the bear with a speed and intensity which could rival all other professional porn actors. His balls must have ached greatly as they repeatedly slammed into the bear's jiggling ass over and over again with each thrust, but his hips just kept on thrusting back and forth at a steady, wicked pace. Sweat quickly began to drip from his body as he continued to maintain this brutal fucking pace, and his mouth quickly began to gasp for air the longer he kept going, but Brandon soldered on and continued with the scene. His hips and legs were probably burning even before the pace had turned so extreme, but now, as his entire body was giving up all it's stored energy to please the bear, and it was obvious that the teen lion was really beginning to feel it. His quick thrusts were starting to become sporadic. The bed's cacophony of sounds was now starting to become an even greater cacophony of different sounds as the lion struggled to maintain his balance and composure.

After only a few short minutes, his sweating frame and heaving chest were clear signs that he couldn't take much more. But, there was something else I only realized while I was watching this scene in particular. It had become second nature to me to hold back my orgasm, but Brandon didn't have near enough experience (at least, I didn't think he ded) to do it effectively. Part of his straining had to come from that fact as well. Even if he wasn't gay, and he was fucking a, in most people's opinion, fat and ugly bear, there was still a warm and tight passageway clenching around his cock. And that, especially when you're driving into it at furious masturbation speed, is more than enough to throw the normal person over the edge.

Brandon's struggles were obvious to anyone watching the scene in general, but the cameras were probably focused in on other parts of the fucking pair. So, in order to finally finish up the scene, Brandon went a head and did the last thing in the script for this part: he slowly removed one of his paws from gripping around the bear's stabilizing fat rings on his side, and he quickly moved it down to in between the bear's legs. This new position made the intensity of the fucking drop a little bit, but it was going to be quickly declining from this point anyway. Brandon was almost at his limit.

As Brandon wrapped his paw around the bear's still dripping cock, the bear let out a somewhat loud roar as he shifted his head to the side to look back at Brandon. But, as soon as Brandon began to rub his paw up and down the bear's dripping shaft, at almost the same speed that he was fucking into him, the bear's muzzle quickly let out a furry of moans. "Oh.... oh god.... I... can't hold it back... much longer," the bear let out after just a little bit of this treatment, "cum into me, slut! Let me feel your warm lion juice deep in my ass!"

Brandon was more than happy to oblige the bear's request as he let out a large moan of his own. His hips gave a few more powerful and final slams into the bear before his entire body quickly tensed up, finally releasing all the content he'd stored up in his balls over the past week into the begging bear.

As the bear's gut started to be filled by my son's warm seed, my son only intensified his stroking of the bear's meat in his paw - desperate to get him off and "finish" the scene. "Ah... agh... fuck!" the bear managed to scream out before letting out a loud roar and shooting his own ropes of cum down onto the bedsheets below him.

For a few moments, the only sounds that were being created in the scene were from the panting and gasping of the two bodies. However, Brandon was the loudest by far. As he rested his burning hips and legs by leaning his body on top of the large mass of bear, his breathes came in short but deep gasps - almost as if he'd just finished a long sprint (which, in fact, he just kind of had). His cock was still embedded as deep into the bear as it could go, and Brandon had no intention of moving it away any time soon. He was so tired that he even managed to lose his grip on the bear's shaft. It slipped out of his paw and simply dangled between the bear's legs limply before slowly beginning it's journey back into it's sheath.

But, for whatever reason, the bear was slightly impatient for the scene to continue on. With a strong wiggle of his large ass he said, "I like the feeling of your cock in my ass boy, but I've got places to be. Plus, I think my half an hour is up anyway. Might have gone a bit over too, but don't tell your daddy."

"Sorry.... sir," Brandon managed to get out before lazily sliding himself out of the bear. The handicam captured the shot beautifully, along with the gaping aftermath of the bear's hole and a small trickle of lion cum as it worked it's way out. As the camera was busy doing that, Brandon slowly made his way to a corner of the bed and sat down on the edge - still trying somewhat hard to catch his breath as his quickly softening cock began to make it's way back into his own sheath as well. Once it was sufficiently back inside, he re-adjusted his thong to cover himself back up as his chest continued to heave in and out.

After the bear decided that the cameras had their fill, he slowly began to raise his body up and onto his paws and knees before slowly beginning to slide himself off the groaning bed. This was my cue to hurry back up and get into the other room of the scene. As I made my way over, I could hear the sounds of the bear pulling his pants back on as he let out a few last words to Brandon. "Damn kid, I haven't been fucked like that since I was a teenager. It was definitely worth every penny, and, if I can find some more cash, I might be back. But, if I do manage to show up again, I'll be expecting an even harder fuck next time."

As I heard the bear begin to waddle on over to the door of the bedroom, I quickly placed myself on the couch and turned on the TV. The bear popped out of the room a moment later and I quickly turned my head around to meet him. "I take it you enjoyed yourself," I said calmly as he exited the room.

"Hell yeah I did," the bear replied with a grin. "He was even better than I expected. Totally worth the price. If I can find some more money, I'll probably be back."

"Glad to hear it," I said as I got up and walked over to him. "If you have any friends who might enjoy him as well, feel free to give them my number and our rates. I'm sure they won't be disappointed."

"I'm sure they won't be disappointed either," the bear said with a small smile. "I do know a couple of people who might like a go..."

"Great!" I said enthusiastically, "I look forward to hearing from them."

And, with that exchange, the bear slowly turned around and made his way out of the "apartment" door.

"And.... CUT!" Kyle yelled shortly afterwards. "Nice job everybody."

As some polite applause rang out from the crew, I slowly made my way behind the cameras. I tried hard not to stare over at Brandon when I passed by the small dividing wall, but I couldn't help but steal a glance or two. He was busy laying down, his back flat on the bed, with his feet dangling off the edge - still trying to get his breath back. I carefully watched and waited, trying hard to restrain myself from running over to him and asking him a million different questions about how he felt and if he was alright. But, just as I was about to begin my slow walk over to him to check him out, he gave out a stretch and sat up. He took a moment to organize himself and get the thong back into a "comfortable" position before standing up and searching for all his clothes.

At this point, I quickly turned my gaze away from him until he was standing next to me with his clothing in hand. I was about to ask him how he felt, but before I could Kyle shouted out, "Yeah, we've got some pretty good stuff here all throughout the scene." His beak dove back towards the computer screen that was showing him the video playback before adding, "I think we should be fine with just one take."

As he took a closer look at the computer screen however, he looked up at my son and added, "You know, Sean, you dance pretty well. You sure you haven't had any previous experience?"

Brandon blushed a bit as he shifted his clothing from one paw to another. "Well, um..." he began, taken a bit off guard by the statement, "I've done it a little bit for my girlfriend once or twice, but nothing ever quite like that."

As Kyle chuckled a little bit, now it was MY turn to blush slightly at Brandon's remark. "Well," Kyle continued, "you did a good job today. I was a bit worried about how it was going to turn out to be honest, but I think it came out just fine."

"Thanks," Brandon said somewhat timidly. But, before the conversation could get any farther, I heard the bear's loud footsteps come up behind us.

"So," he said in a somewhat annoyed tone, "we're done, right? Scene's over?"

"Yep," Kyle replied. "The scene is over. You're free to go."

"Good," the bear replied simply without any hints in his voice as to how he actually meant it. "You've got a shower around here, right? I need to clean up a bit."

"Yeah," Kyle replied calmly, "down this hallway and to the right."

The bear only grumbled in response as his gaze shifted to my son standing next to me. "And, as for you... you enjoyed that way too much you little faggot." As soon as he said those words, he slowly turned around and began walking off in the direction of the shower.

The bear's remark left a horrible taste in my mouth. They way he said it seemed like he meant it as an insult - an insult against my own son. I let him get away with insulting Linda and her knowledge about when to trim hair. I let him get away with breaking studio property and blaming it on Kyle. But I WASN'T going to let him get away with insulting my son right in front of my face. Both of my paws clenched into fists almost instantly as my face turned into an angry scowl. I quickly started to make my way towards the bear, not caring that he was a foot taller and a few hundred pounds heavier than me. I was going to show him just what I thought about his little comment. But, I only made it one step before I felt another paw wrap around one of my wrists. I quickly diverted my angry attention to whoever was trying to stop me - suddenly turning my scowling face towards their body. But, as my eyes met my son's own eyes, my angry expression softened. He had a kind of "let it go" expression on his face, and I couldn't go against him on this one. As soon as he saw my own expression change to one more like his, he gently let go of my wrist.

As I watched the bear slowly lumber his way down the hallway to the shower, I quickly pushed him out of my mind as I turned to Kyle and said, "I think we're going to go. We've got a lot of... preparation to do for tomorrow."

"Alright," Kyle said with a slight tinge of worry in his voice. "We'll be using the same scene tomorrow, so we don't have much to do here anyway. Good luck on your... preparations."

"Thanks," Brandon and I echoed before we started off towards the exit of the studio.

Once we were outside, and out of earshot of everyone else, I quickly let loose with, "God damn that bear pisses me off so much! I mean, not only is he a jackass, a horrible actor, and a fat blob of shit with no respect for anyone else, he... he..."

I looked at my son, struggling for the right words to say next, he just kind of shrugged and said, "He just leaves a bad taste in your mouth, right?"

As pissed off as I was at that moment, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," I added in during my sporadic laughter episode. "It's probably not as bad as the taste that he left in your mouth though..."

At that moment, my son took the opportunity to spit down onto the pavement before trying to scrape the surface of his tongue off with his front teeth. "It's... it's horrible," Brandon said to me as he spit again. "And, no matter what I do, I can't get the taste out of my mouth. I think I need some ice cream or mouthwash or something to just overpower it."

I chuckled a little bit as I started with, "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Rimming is hard enough to do comfortably when the other guy takes immaculate care of himself down there, but with that bear... I could only imagine what it was like. That's one of my least favorite things to do in a scene with any guy. But, I think you handled it quite nicely for your first time."

My son almost blushed a little bit as he said, "I just went in and did it - not caring about how it tasted or anything else like that. I just wanted to get it done."

I smiled a bit before saying, "Well, you did a good job. You did a good job with everything really. You really pushed yourself hard during the scene, and I think it came out really nice because of it. Also, your dancing... that was pretty good too... You sure you never did that before?"

My son chuckled as we reached the car. He then looked up at me and said, "Well, I've told you before, I've done a strip tease for one of my previous girlfriends once or twice. That's about it. Everything else I did I based off of what I've seen before in... various places. But...." My son blushed a bit before he sat down in the car and said, "To be honest, I kind of liked the thong. It made me feel really sexy. And, if I hadn't been stripping for the bear, I might of actually enjoyed it I think...."

I wasn't sure whether to laugh or to feel worried at those words. But, nevertheless, I tried to make a joke out of it. "If this movie thing doesn't work out, there's no way I'm letting you dance in a strip club! I know a few of the people who run the male ones around here, so don't think you could just go out and get a job at one without me knowing..."

Brandon let out a small chuckle at this before adding, "Nah, not like that really. More of something to try out with my girlfriend. She'd probably enjoy it quite a bit."

Trying to get off the topic of what my son does in the bedroom, I quickly came back with, "Well, you did a good job today regardless. If you want to stop for some ice cream on the way home, I think you deserve it. I'm not sure how good it will be to get the taste of bear out of your mouth, but, when we get back home, a bit of toothpaste and mouthwash will definitely help a bit. That's what I usually have to do."

"Some ice cream would be nice," Brandon said as I pulled out of the parking lot. "I think I burned off enough calories to compensate for a small cone."

"Alright," I chuckled, "but, after you get home and wash up, you really need to practice for tomorrow. It's going to be... rough if you don't. Heck, it'll probably still be rough if you do..."

My son just gazed out the window a bit before saying, "Alright," before adding a sigh.